It seems like barely yesterday that the Kevinettes were reconvening, musing about recent readings, lambasting authors for their sloppy endings, laughing about items that were totally non-book related.
Oh, and eating the host out of house and home and drinking far too much wine for a weekday night.
Never mind. The excitement this time round centred on two events.
Firstly, the welcome reappearance of our proverbial 'lost sheep', the Accountant-turned-Nutritionist who took a previous warning to heart and decided she could not face the ridicule any more of belonging to a book club but not *ahem* reading any of the books.
We did emphasise that most of us fail spectacularly to complete all our 'homework', but it would appear she was so intent with her studies that the thought of reading for pleasure was a total anomaly, and a barely contemplable one at that. Never mind. Now that she is fully qualified and on the brink of a new glorious - and much envied - career, there are no more excuses. So, back in to the fray.
Secondly, the arrival of some new pets. The Botanical Artist announced they had a couple of recent arrivals in their household. "Oh!" we all gushed, "What did you get?", visions of puppies and kittens bouncing through our over-active minds.
"A rat. Two actually," she replied, smiling broadly.
"A rat?" someone ventured. I think it was the Lovely Radiographer.
"Yes," came the reply, "But it's a fancy rat!"
"What? It wears a bow tie?" I asked, images of Stuart Little racing though my head (and yes, I know he is a mouse).
Anyway. One sheep, two rats, seven loud women, a couple of books, one weekday night and plenty of food and wine. What do you have?
A case of a ratty Lassie taking the piss.
|Sod off will you? I have a hangover|